B is for Inn Keeper

sometimes, i like to see tales (Biblical or otherwise) from the P.O.V. of either a minor character or else from the imagined thoughts of a major one. Here's by take on Christmas, from the viewpoint of the Inn Keeper who had no room. Pax

Suffer the fool.

I should have followed my mind.

The still

Small

Ringing in the back of my head

That softly

Firmly

Charged me, “Save room”

Fool!

That is no place to bear a child.

No place for the family of man.

They do not complain

All the worse

I should have listened to that

Still

Small

Ringing in my head

“Save room”

The sound of her labour will linger all my days.

They do not complain

I will take them some blankets.

Sigh

Lord. Suffer the fool!

December 25, 2010

The Inn Keeper

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